Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.